I like Thanksgiving, it’s a fun day. But November is really just a boring intermission between two awesome holidays! I don’t have a lot of inspiration when it comes to Thanksgiving, so I probably won’t do too many posts during this period. But stay tuned for a massive onslaught of Christmas stuff once the season officially starts!

In the tradition of wasting my time by writing and Illustrating holiday themed books I have just completed a Halloween Book! All Hallows Curse is a short tale about a kid who encounters some frightening spooks while Trick or Treating. I am hoping to have the book available for download tomorrow or the next day on amazon and it will be free to download for the first 5 days. I will make an official announcement once the title is available. Until then here is an image of the cover.

When I was a little kid I loved this poem/song, and I forgot it existed until today when I randomly thought about it. I am am excited to tell it to Ian and I encourage any other terrible parents to share it with their kids!

THE HEARSE SONG

by Anonymous

“Don’t ever laugh as the hearse goes by,Or you will be the next to die.They wrap you up in a big white sheetFrom your head down to your feet.They put you in a big black boxAnd cover you up with dirt and rocks.All goes well for about a week,Then your coffin begins to leak.The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,The worms play pinochle in your snout,They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,They eat the jelly between your toes.A big green worm with rolling eyesCrawls in your stomach and out your eyes.Your stomach turns a slimy green,And pus pours out like whipping cream.You’ll spread it on a slice of bread,And this is what you eat when you are dead.”

Every Halloween it is tradition in my family to read John Whitcomb Riley’s poem “Little Orphan Annie” the visuals always terrified me when I was a little kid. I adapted it a bit for easier reading but it still maintains it’s basic style. I will always remember my Grandpa Brimley gathering us together in his living room by the fire and reading Little Orphan Annie as we sat in our costumes frozen with fear but happy.